Different views from different seats, results in a different perspective. In Ratatouille, an animated film produced by Pixar Animation Studios, Anton Ego, a restaurant critic, asks for a dish of perspective. I feel that way sometimes. I need a dish of perspective from the Holy Spirit to get back to my deep roots and be reminded who I am in Christ.
It was dark, it was late and we were weaving in and out of traffic in an auto rickshaw. We were not on small city streets where the snaking slow traffic makes 25 m/ph feel horrifically fast. No we were traveling on a highway of sorts going from one city towards home. I was nestled in beside my neighbor, and friend. All I could see were her eyes, but her chubby high cheek bones bulged in a smile under her burqa. Another pair of eyes sparked up at me from nestled against my chest, my daughter Zana. On Naz's lap was my son, on the other side of Naz facing the on coming traffic in sparkling resplendent purple was Naz's daughter. In the front was our two drivers. One to drive, the other to yell instructions, his chin jutting out at a defiant angle due to a mouth full of paan (beetle nut tobacco mixture) rather than any angst.
I am terrified. Petrified. Pouring my heart out in small staccato prayers like... "please.please. please." "No. Oh Lord please let us live." Then I look down and see my daughter's eyes are gone, shut in sleep. My son clasped in all the jostling is singing! Singing in his low, bard like tones that make no sense but mean he is happy. Naz is beaming, Dilshad one of the drivers is grunting happily with his paan and Gulafsha,
well.......
Gulafsha, she is grinning ear to ear with her face glued to the oncoming bus like some kid on some Disney ride.
A still small voice reminds me that I am not to fear even that what is fearful. I Peter 3:6b "do not fear anything that is frightening." I gain a little perspective a little reminder of who I am to be as a daughter of the King who is Sovereign over all. Over all. Every rivet, every bump, every oncoming vehicle, how tight my baby boy is held so he does not fall out at a swerve, He is SOVEREIGN over all. My tense bones relaxed. My grin at Naz was not forced and suddenly it all was clear. This was frightening, dreadfully so, but I did not need to fear. So I didn't, thanks to the work of His grace in my life.
It was dark, it was late and we were weaving in and out of traffic in an auto rickshaw. We were not on small city streets where the snaking slow traffic makes 25 m/ph feel horrifically fast. No we were traveling on a highway of sorts going from one city towards home. I was nestled in beside my neighbor, and friend. All I could see were her eyes, but her chubby high cheek bones bulged in a smile under her burqa. Another pair of eyes sparked up at me from nestled against my chest, my daughter Zana. On Naz's lap was my son, on the other side of Naz facing the on coming traffic in sparkling resplendent purple was Naz's daughter. In the front was our two drivers. One to drive, the other to yell instructions, his chin jutting out at a defiant angle due to a mouth full of paan (beetle nut tobacco mixture) rather than any angst.
I am terrified. Petrified. Pouring my heart out in small staccato prayers like... "please.please. please." "No. Oh Lord please let us live." Then I look down and see my daughter's eyes are gone, shut in sleep. My son clasped in all the jostling is singing! Singing in his low, bard like tones that make no sense but mean he is happy. Naz is beaming, Dilshad one of the drivers is grunting happily with his paan and Gulafsha,
well.......
Gulafsha, she is grinning ear to ear with her face glued to the oncoming bus like some kid on some Disney ride.
A still small voice reminds me that I am not to fear even that what is fearful. I Peter 3:6b "do not fear anything that is frightening." I gain a little perspective a little reminder of who I am to be as a daughter of the King who is Sovereign over all. Over all. Every rivet, every bump, every oncoming vehicle, how tight my baby boy is held so he does not fall out at a swerve, He is SOVEREIGN over all. My tense bones relaxed. My grin at Naz was not forced and suddenly it all was clear. This was frightening, dreadfully so, but I did not need to fear. So I didn't, thanks to the work of His grace in my life.
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